I watched as he rolled it down his impressive length. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me back over toward him.
I bit my lip, completely unsure if I could even take him. But he took my hips expertly and guided his cock inside me, slipping deep into my pussy.
I was soaking wet and he slid right in, easily. He kissed my lips as he slowly pressed himself deep inside me. I slowly worked down his length until his thick cock was buried between my legs.
We stayed like that for a moment, bliss running through me. Gibson’s cock filled my every inch like it was made for me. It was incredible as he kissed me and slowly lifted me up, guiding my hips.
He began to fuck me like that, working my hips, thrusting up inside me. I took his cock and moaned, barely able to think, barely able to do anything but let him fuck me.
His thick cock filled my every inch as he slapped my ass and groaned. I began to work my hips, feeling the pleasure rocking through me. I began to work my ass, rolling along his cock, using my thighs to slam myself down onto him. I ran my fingers through his hair, taking his thick cock, working along his length.
“I can’t get enough of this tight pussy,” he whispered in my ear. “Fuck, girl, and your ass is fucking perfect.” He slapped it and I moaned. “You like taking this cock, don’t you? You like being a dirty fucking girl, riding up and down my hard cock.”
I let him fuck me that way, his dirty talk sending me closer to the edge. I didn’t know how long we worked together, his cock pressing inside me, our bodies close together, his lips against my ear. He fucked me and I was lost in it, in the bliss of his thick cock.
And slowly I felt the orgasm building deep inside me. I couldn’t believe how strong it felt as it slowly swept over me, but my whole body was tense and coming as his cock slammed harder inside me, thrusting deep and rough, his hands firm on my ass.
He fucked me hard and savage as I came, and I took that thick cock, my mind full of bliss and need. He fucked me deep and hard, and I could feel his hands tensing on my full ass as he fucked me.
And then his whole body stiffened, his cock working inside me. I twisted my hips, rolling them, helping him come deep inside me.
And slowly it was over; our orgasms passed. I collapsed forward onto him and he held me there like that, breathing deeply.
“Fuck,” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
I got back into the passenger seat, gasping for air, covered in sweat.
That was the first night I met Gibson Evans. We sat in his truck talking about nothing for another half hour before he drove me back home. I gave him my number and he walked me up to my door like a gentleman.
But he didn’t fuck like a gentleman. As he kissed me on the cheek and gave me that cocky grin, I kept thinking about his body against mine, fucking me rough and deep.
Gibson Evans was something else. Sometimes a gentleman and sometimes a beast, Gibson made me feel something that night I had never expected.
And a few weeks later, sitting in the bathroom of my apartment and peeing on a stick, he made me feel something else entirely.
1
Gibson
Being an athlete had its perks, especially at a place like Mater Dei.
It was a football school, the kind of place that treated its football stars like kings. Not that I needed that sort of shit, but it was a nice fucking perk.
I got invited to a lot of parties. At first, when I first came to MD, it was a ton of fun. But I quickly found out that partying and playing at the highest levels of football just didn’t go hand in hand. I got tired of the parties, tired of the same fucking girls throwing themselves at me.
Plus, I had a lot to live up to. The summer before my senior year, I was ranked number eight in the country, and a lot of people were saying that I could be the best if I continued to play well.
At a place like Mater Dei, expectations ran high. If you had a lot of hype, you’d better live up to that hype, or else.
Which was why I didn’t do much partying that summer. I spent most of my time studying film and working out, getting into game shape earlier than usual. I was going to push myself, achieve the highest levels of athletic accomplishment, or else die trying.
But there was one party, toward the end of the summer. Two a day practices were coming up, which meant my life was about to be a living hell of serious physical torture mixed with crushing game study. I was about to immerse myself in football again, and I wasn’t going to have a single spare second.
And so I decided to go to one last party, although I didn’t have high expectations. It was at an alumni house, some guy I barely knew, although all the same faces were there.
Except for her. I couldn’t help but grin when I first saw Avery Carpenter standing there, looking shy and quiet. Long, thick hair, great tits and hips, the sort of girl I just had to make moan.